Chapter 2060

Chapter 2060Chapter 2060
Cameron flipped back in the air, grabbed a rod to block a blow, kicked his calf with a low kick. and
instantly snapped his arm.
The man screamed in pain and could no longer move.
Cameron pushed him away, flexibly spun the bat in her hand, and glanced at the men who were about
to approach her. “What are you waiting for? Come at me together!” The group of men rushed up to her
together.
Cameron took a step to the side, came to the left side of the person dashing in the front, blocked his
attack with the hand with the brass knuckle, and swung the iron rod toward the crowd.
She ducked, avoiding the sneak attack, and the steel rod in her hand swung across the air and hit the
opponent‘s thigh and arm. And as the sound of bone cracking echoed, those men fell to the ground
among the chaos. The two of them fought their way through the middle of the group of goons, and all
the seriously injured men in black fell to the ground and could no longer get back up. At that moment,
the leader‘s expression of the hitmen became ruthless, and he took out his gun.” Die!”
Mahina was startled subconsciously. “Mr. Southern! Be careful!” An ear–piercing gunshot penetrated
through the silent air.
novelbinThe bullet whizzed past Cameron‘s ear–it was only less than an inch away from a headshot!
When the man took the shot, he was assaulted by someone from behind. Cameron saw that the
person who attacked him was Waylon. Waylon quickly subdued him to the ground, grabbed his arm,
and folded it backward.
https://novelebook.com/three-little-guardian-angels-bd2425.html?The man was sweating in pain, gasping for breath. The gun had long since fallen from his palm, and
Waylon stepped on him. “The Southern Clan don‘t seem to allow their men to carry guns, so you must
be from the Puzo Faction?”
The man‘s hand was about to be dislocated, but he resisted the severe pain and gnaşhed his teeth. “It
doesn‘t matter who we are.”
Waylon exerted force, and the man‘s arm was immediately dislocated from the shoulder.
The man roared and fell to the ground, clutching his immobile hand. The rest of the men have been
dealt with and were all so seriously injured that they could no longer keep their feet under their bodies.
Cameron walked toward the man, poked the iron rod in her hand on his shoulder, and gave off a
ferocious chuckle. “Interesting, you actually brought a gun along with you from the very beginning, only
to wait for us to get all busy before you ambush us from behind. ‘If it weren‘t for the eldest son of the
Goldmanns, then I guess this would be it for me. ‘I really didn‘t expect that. They brought so many men
here not to kill me but to divert my
attention away from the gun that would kill me. After all, a bullet‘s speed will always be faster than that
of any cold weapon. No matter how competent and speedy I am, I‘ll definitely be shot in the end.‘ She
lifted the man‘s chin with the iron rod. “Fabio isn‘t this simple–minded that he‘d order you to come to
the Southern Clan‘s territory to ambush me. Now talk.”
Cold beads of sweat were oozing out of the man‘s forehead and rolling down his face. His face was
already as pale as death, but he refused to utter a single word.
“So you want to keep this a secret and bring it down to hell with you?” Cameron laughed, straightened
her posture, and stretched out her hand toward Waylon. “Give me the gun.” Waylon narrowed his eyes.
“Mr. Southern, are you planning to kill someone here today?” Cameron asserted word by word, “Killing
him would only stain my hands.” Waylon handed her the gun.She loaded it, aimed it at the man‘s leg and arm, and fired two shots.
The excruciating pain made the man roar until his voice turned hoarse, and his arms and legs were
barely recognizable due to all the blood. The man then passed out because of the pain. Cameron threw
the gun that had run out of bullets away, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her fingers with an
unchanged expression. “Throw this man back to Fabio‘s. Whether he‘ll survive, this depends solely on
his fate.”
Mahina hesitated.
Cameron stared at her. “What‘s the problem?” She whispered, “I can‘t carry him alone.” Cameron
glanced at Waylon. “Isn‘t he manpower?”